Rain hit the glass harder than usual that night.
Thanakorn Rattanapreecha stood alone in his old university dorm room, staring at his phone. The screen had long gone dark, but his grip hadn't loosened.
Three words still echoed in his head.
"Let's end this."
No explanation. No fight.
Just… gone.
His chest felt hollow, but his face didn't show it. It never did.
Behind him, laughter echoed from the hallway—Ran and Nat arguing over something stupid as always. Life went on for everyone else.
But something in Korn quietly shut down that day.
He walked to the mirror.
Same face. Same calm expression.
But the warmth? Gone.
That night, Korn made a decision.
No attachments. No expectations. No weakness.
And from that moment—
He stopped smiling.